To the memory of Lady Hazel
a Bonneddiges Y Gwerin, who died
on 16th January 1998 at the age of 48
following a valiant battle
against a lengthy illness.
Unloosed from Rhiannon's hand the
Through faery skies of purple flecked
To wing through portals veil’d for vault
Where evanescent clouds throng and
We sensed the beating of the plumèd wings
But neither saw nor heard the phantom
Of that foreboding bird who seldom sings.
Till one is chosen for its carol bright.
And here a lady, weary in her pain,
Rode the shadowy realms which dreamings
Between reality and souterrain
That Morpheus had a-fashioned for her
Drew nigh the wingèd herald to her side
Where soft did sing its tender lullaby.
Her spirit heard and joined the feathered
Forth to Pedryfan’s barbican to fly.
So from our sight was ta'en our friend
Her weary journey with its rigours o'er,
To dwell a space in halls of Kaer Sidin
Where from the cup the wines of welcome
Gareth Pengwerin 1998
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